The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　As the prison gate opened inch by inch, Alia saw a large number of reinforcements.

　She had already dealt with the bodies of all the sentinels, and then stood alone at the door, facing the reinforcements.

　The reinforcements immediately realized something was wrong after losing the signal from inside the prison. They withdrew half of their troops from the bridge, immediately blocked the main gate of the prison, and prepared to attack.

　But at this moment, the iron gate opened automatically, and their vigilance was immediately relaxed.

　"Lady Fu El, why are you here?" A man who looked like a captain stepped forward. "I thought you had already started preparing for the time ceremony."

　"That's for later, my father. You can make your own arrangements," Arya said as she stepped forward, her expression calm. "From now on, I will be in charge of Baratheon."

　"We haven't received any orders," the captain said. "What about the jailers? We haven't received any signals from them."

　"What? My existence isn't enough to serve as an order?"

　A hint of blue flashed in Alia's eyes, and her hand moved slightly, and the soldiers immediately became alert.

　They naturally knew the strength of this executioner on the Eastern Front. Even if she was alone against a hundred people, she could still fight on equal terms.

　"I dare not, but we..."

　"Don't overstep your bounds. The next step after the Death Hell is the Moon Lich's testing ground," Arya said coldly. "If you don't want to end up like your brothers, then stay put and do your part."

　After saying that, Alia turned around and the iron gate began to close at the same time.

　Looking at her back, none of the hundreds of people dared to act rashly, but just raised their weapons defensively.

　""

　When the prison door was completely closed, Arya walked step by step into the depths of darkness with a firm pace.

　As she turned the corner, she stopped and clearly sensed the figure leaning against the wall.

　"Fu El," Gilens crossed his arms and lowered his head.

　"What the hell is wrong with your brain?"

　Alia shook her head slightly and continued walking forward:

　"I woke up."

Chapter 503: Established (Part 5) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　The gathering of the prison members was quickly completed, and all the elves were released and gathered in the square in the center of the prison.

　Most elves looked at Arya with fear - many of them were imprisoned by Fu El herself, and that memory cast a shadow on them.

　Now, they were rescued by Fu El, and they couldn't help but sigh at the fickleness of fate.

　"Everyone, gather together," Xingmo raised her wand, "I will take you to a safe place."

　When all the prisoners gathered together, Xingmo shook her wand slightly, and the string of truth was grasped in her hand.

　"Om-"

　A pale blue light flashed, and all the prisoners left the prison and appeared in the rebel sewers.

　As soon as she returned to the sewer, Xingmo saw Colison and his group rushing into the sewer with several wet old generals, looking at her with dull expressions.

　"You guys are back?" he asked in surprise.

　"Yeah." Xing Mo nodded slightly.

　In an instant, Collison's brain started working frantically.

　So why did they retreat alone?

　"...This is for insurance. Quick, send them to the emergency room." Killens coughed twice. "Ms. Shikoti, I want to talk to you, is that okay?"

　"No problem, let's clean it up." Xing Mo nodded.

　"Boom!"

　Thunder flashed in the sky outside the sewer, and the dull thunder penetrated the ground and sank into the humid air of the conference room.

　Only Kierens, Xingmo, and Alia were present at this meeting. Freya and Yuwen went to help treat the wounded.

　"First of all, I must sincerely thank you for your efforts." After closing the door, Kierens bowed to Xingmo and Alia. "No matter what prejudice you may have had before, you have saved many people tonight."

　"Yeah." Xing Mo nodded slightly.

　She felt that her emotions were very indifferent, so indifferent that it was a little strange.

　"It doesn't matter, they are all people of the dynasty." Alia nodded slightly.

　"Fou El, what happened to you? You weren't like this before." Gilens stared into Arya's gray eyes with a blue gleam. "Did something happen between you and the king?"

　"I am following the queen's orders," Arya whispered.

　"But hasn't the Queen already..."

　Kirens was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand the meaning of Alia's words.

　"Is that so? I understand."

　He took out the half of the phonograph that could detonate Arya's neck, placed it carefully on the table, and pushed it to Arya.

　"My vigilance was necessary, but I have to say, you proved yourself."

　"I'm not trying to prove myself to anyone. I'm just doing my duty," Arya said. "When are you planning on leaving town?"

　"Tomorrow, I estimate that the Baratheon Prison will be exposed soon. We must leave before the Moon Lich notices it," Kielence whispered. "My people will arrange the specific matters. I've come to chat with you two today because I still want to offer you some help."

　"help?"

　"You said at the beginning that you came here to resolve the Time Disorder, right?" Kierens looked at Xingmo, "Can you tell me, do you think the King has a chance of success? He wants to tear apart the future timeline to avoid the Crimson Doomsday. Is this really possible?"

　"No way." Xing Mo shook his head.

　Because fate is predetermined.

　"If that's the case, why do you want to interfere in this matter?" Kirens looked at Xingmo's indifferent expression.

　"Why didn't you let those old allies stay, but asked Collison to send them back to prison first?" Xing Mo asked back.

　"I understand." Killens nodded.

　For insurance.

　"Then I'll tell you some of what I know."

　Killens spread out the map and drew a few circles on it.

　"These are the cores of the Moon Altar. Each core corresponds to a spire, and to hundreds of nested string arrays underground. When the altar is activated, these towers will evaporate the surrounding souls, thus completing the refining ritual."

　"Then, the king will use these souls to ascend into mad angels and trigger his damned misfortune of time."

　"What do you mean?" Xing Mo looked at the map.

　"Destroy these towers, and his ritual will be forced to stop," said Kierens. "Of course, it will only stop for a brief moment. These spires are just the medium. The real soul-devouring thing is the underground string array. Unless you destroy the entire kingdom, the ritual cannot be stopped."

　"But the point is, as long as these spires are destroyed, the king will almost certainly fail in his ascension and will never be able to become a true angel, because these spires will gather the anchors of reason of the dead."

　"You know a lot." Xing Mo was surprised at Kirens' common sense about high-level supernatural powers.

　"That's what the Moon Lich said," Gilens shook his head. "She used this trick to bewitch the king and succeeded in taking the throne."

　"Why does the Moon Lich know so much?" Xing Mo was confused.

　The method of upgrading to an angel, the anchor of reason, and the super-large chimeric string array for refining the soul.

　This is not something that ordinary people can achieve.

　Xingmo looked at Alia, who sighed softly.

　"because

　Because she is a madwoman, a madwoman who has seen the slate of truth."

　Alia's eyes were a little dim. The past haunted her, making her feel like her heart was being pulled down by something.

　"She was once a servant of the dynasty. Because of her position, she stole some key secrets and was hunted by the dynasty."

　"She fled into the forest and used those secrets to strike a bargain with the Stone Priest, gaining the right to see the Tablet of Truth."

　"She did get what she wanted and saw the stone tablet in the deepest part of the forest, but she only saw half of it before she went mad."

　"The pursuers said that she was thrown out by the Stone Priest. One of her eyes is gone, replaced by a stone—the stone she took from the Slate of Truth."

　"She thrust the stone into her eyes and declared that she could see all truth, that she saw the fall of dynasties, the crimson sky, and the golden stars."

　"She should have been taken prisoner and executed, but my father happened to be troubled by the prophecy of the Crimson Doom at the time. He finally met with the lich and finally got the possibility he had always dreamed of."

　"It's a mishap of time." Xing Mo nodded slightly.

　"But that lich is a madman. Anyone who has come into contact with her knows that," Arya took a deep breath. "She has overturned all traditions. Her modified way of the dark elves is an example of this—a rudimentary form of time grafting that forces warriors to kill their alter egos, or even their own relatives, in a fantasy world."

　"She claims that everything she does is for the dynasty, but in reality, she only cares about the current situation. The rest is nothing to her."

　"That's why when you said it was the Moon Lich's order, the soldiers from Baratheon's Death Prison didn't come in to search." Xing Mo nodded slightly.

　As expected, the truth is horrifying. How many people have been harmed by the Slate of Truth?

　"You said one of her eyes is a fragment of the Slate of Truth?" Xing Mo suddenly realized, "Does that mean she can..."

　"Yes, she can use the String of Truth, but only for a moment," Alia nodded slightly. "However, that moment shouldn't be a problem for you."

　"What you used before...was it really the String of Truth?" Kirence's eyes widened slightly.

　He thought he had seen it wrong. In the Baratheon Prison, this ordinary girl used an ice-blue string to transfer everyone away.

　At that time, he thought it was some high-level ice string magic, but now he thought that the ice string could not achieve such a large range of transfer.

　"Yes, that's right," Xingmo nodded slightly, "So believe me, I can deal with the Moon Lich."

　Kierens was shocked. That was the String of Truth, the power of the Ancient Dragon! And yet, it was held in the hands of a young girl?

　He became more and more convinced that the girl in front of him had no ill intentions - if she really had any ill intentions, she would have just ordered all the rebels to die.

　"If you can kill the Moon Lich, the Dark Elf King will be truly alone." Kielence said, lowering his head.

　"Don't worry, if he does anything bad to you, I will definitely take action."

　After Xingmo finished speaking, she saw Ailia was slightly stunned, and then she gave her a grateful look.

　Of course, Xingmo did all this for Alia, because she wanted to save more dark elves.

　"Then let's take a break and get ready to go." Killens closed the map.

　The atmosphere in the sewer gradually became heated, and people quickly took some carry-on luggage and prepared for tomorrow's evacuation.

　In a corner of the sewer, Collison, Casey, and Linda were talking at the same time in front of a map, seemingly arguing about something.

　In fact, the quarrel was mainly between Collison and Linda. The dark elf Casey remained silent most of the time, occasionally putting forward some of his own opinions.

　At this moment, she suddenly saw a figure walking towards her from not far away, and immediately smiled and waved:

　"Miss Alia!"

　Collison and Linda looked up and saw Alia walking towards them with a casserole in her hand.

　"I'm passing by and brought you some food." Alia put the casserole on the bucket beside her.

　"Wow, it smells so good?" Linda's eyes were full of stars.

　"It smells so good!"

　A platinum shadow almost teleported to the bucket and uncovered the casserole.

　It's Freya!

　"This was cooked by the Saint, right!" Freya shouted excitedly to Alia.

　"Yes, Miss Saint made some midnight snacks," Alia smiled slightly, "Her dishes are all super delicious."

　"That's right! It was her hot pot that saved me!" Freya puffed out her small chest.

　"Is...is that so?"

　"Come and try some!" Freya called out to the Collison trio. "Come! It's delicious!"

　"oh oh..."

　The three of them immediately began to share the food in the casserole - it was just beef brisket stewed with potatoes, how delicious could it be?

　Soon, there were five people with glowing eyes standing next to the bucket.

　"By the way, what were you arguing about just now?" Alia asked curiously.